Brutal Orc Baby Daddy

She fled her wedding in silk and fear.
Now she wears my furs and carries my child.
I find her half-dead in the snow. Frostbitten. Frantic. Soaked in the scent of another male’s claim.
I should have left her.
Instead, I carried her home—and put my mark where his ring was supposed to go.
She doesn’t know what I am.
Not just a warrior. Not just exile.
I’m the heir to a clan that answers to no one… and she’s about to give me the first orc-human heir born under prophecy.
The others want her gone. Dead, even.
But she’s mine now.
The storm chose her. The bloodline remembers. And I will raise my blade against gods before I let her be taken.
She says I saved her.
But I know better.
She’s the fire I’ll burn the world for.
She stole my cloak. Now I steal her every morning breath.